This is a song about "Ms jones"

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

I think i just heard ms cleo

My nigga for life though

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect